95: Chapter 95 The Emperor's Funeral, the Dragon Army's Descends!

Looking at the woman at his feet, Qin Yu nodded with satisfaction.

"That's a good girl."

Only an obedient tool is worthy of the Qin Family's prestigious reputation.

"Get up."

Qin Yu sat back down in the center of the dragon throne.

"Don't bruise your knees from kneeling."

"You have a big show to perform tomorrow."

"My Empress Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he stretched, his gaze piercing through the palace window lattice.

"Arrogant Dragon should have gathered that whole nest of relatives by now, right?"

"Very good."

"These days, harvesting must be done wholesale!"

The corners of Qin Yu's mouth curled up slightly.

"This Dragon tendon..."

"Does it taste better the more fiercely it screams when it's being pulled out?"

...

The next day, at the first light of dawn.

The Great Yan Imperial Dynasty capital, however, felt no warmth.

The entire city was shrouded in white mourning cloth.

The funeral bell tolled nine times, and funeral music shook the heavens.

The old emperor had passed away, and the whole nation grieved together.

Of course.

Only those ministers kneeling on the ground, wailing dryly while secretly rubbing their knees, knew exactly how much of that grief was genuine.

The Ancestral Temple square was a sea of white mourning clothes.

Hundreds of thousands of Imperial Guards, dressed in mourning attire and holding long spears, surrounded the entire palace, leaving no gaps.

That chilling Killing Intent made the envoys from various countries who came to offer their condolences tremble with fear.

Was this a funeral?

This was clearly a conspiracy!

"The auspicious hour has arrived—"

Following the ceremonial official's long shout, Lin Jiuxiao, who had been slapped into a pig's head by Qin Yu yesterday, had now changed into a brand-new dragon robe.

Who knows what Spirit Pill he used, but his face, which had been swollen like a steamed bun, had subsided by more than half.

He stood at the highest point of the altar, followed by civil and military officials.

"Father..."

Lin Jiuxiao forced out two tears, preparing to read a touching eulogy according to the procedure.

Suddenly, he slammed the sacrificial text in his hand onto the ground.

Crack!

The entire venue fell into deathly silence.

Only the wind rustled the white paper.

"I'm done pretending!"

Lin Jiuxiao's face was ferocious, not a shred of a filial son's appearance remaining:

"My father's body is not yet cold, and yet there are outsiders colluding with rebels, attempting to overthrow my Great Yan regime!"

"Qin Yu!"

"And that shameless bitch Lin Cangyue!"

He drew the Son of Heaven sword from his waist, the tip pointing directly at the West Garden Palace:

"Today, I will use their blood to pay tribute to my father's spirit in heaven!"

Rumble!

As if to match his bold words, the sky suddenly changed color.

The originally cloudless sky was instantly swallowed by rolling dark clouds.

Those were not clouds.

They were Demonic Qi!

It was the Primordial Dragon Clan's might, enough to crush the Void Realm!

"Roar—"

Tens of thousands of dragon roars bellowed in unison.

The sound waves were like heavy hammers, pounding on everyone's chests.

Everyone looked up in terror.

As the clouds rolled, the dense Dragon Clan army revealed itself.

Four hundred thousand Dragon blood warriors!

They had dragon heads and human bodies, with fierce and malevolent eyes.

They were all clad in heavy armor, riding giant beasts.

The long spears in their hands flashed with bloodthirsty cold light.

And at the very front of the clouds, eighteen terrifying figures stood proudly.

Each one of them radiated the terrifying aura of the Saint Dao!

The Primordial Dragon Clan, eighteen Peak Saint Realm Elders!

And surrounded in their midst was none other than the one who had been flicked away by Qin Yu yesterday—Arrogant Dragon.

By now, his injuries had long since recovered.

He held a dragon bone spear, posing without saying a word.

But it was clear that the expression on his face was even more arrogant and conceited than yesterday!

"Qin Yu, you brat!"

Beside Arrogant Dragon, that Peak Saint Grand Elder stood out.

His voice was like thunder, rolling down:

"You injured our clan's Crown Prince and insulted our clan's dignity."

"Today, regardless of whether the Qin Family or some Heavenly Emperor stands behind you, you must leave your life here!"

"This is called..."

The Grand Elder paused, remembering Arrogant Dragon's teachings, and grinned hideously:

"This is called a dragon riding on your face; what do you have to win?!"

"Roar—"

Pfft!

Following the Grand Elder's roar, the ministers below with weaker resolve were directly shaken into vomiting blood by this wave of Qi.

The West Garden Palace.

It was right at the center of this terrifying pressure.

However, it was strangely quiet here.

Lin Cangyue was standing at the door of the bedchamber, her face as pale as paper.

She looked up at the Dragon Clan army that blotted out the sky, immediately falling into doubt.

It was too strong.

Is this the foundation of the Primordial Dragon Clan?

Even if the Qin Family is strong, they only brought the Hundred Thousand Town Heaven Army.

And this is the home turf of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty.

Can the Divine Son... really pull this off?

"What are you panicking about?"

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from inside the palace.

Lin Cangyue shuddered, then quickly turned and pushed the door open to enter.

She saw Qin Yu lying sprawled out on the wide, precious couch.

He was carelessly picking his ear with one hand, seemingly extremely annoyed by the noise outside.

On both sides of the couch, Han Yueli was massaging his temples, Mu Qinghan was holding warm water, and Xiao Yuxin was holding a silk handkerchief.

This scene...

Where did it look like they were surrounded by a million-strong army?

This was clearly a vacation!

"Mas... Master."

Lin Cangyue's voice trembled slightly:

"Outside... the Dragon Clan army has attacked."

"Four hundred thousand Dragon blood warriors, and eighteen Peak Saints."

"Lin Jiuxiao has also assembled six hundred thousand Imperial Guards."

"The entire imperial capital has been locked down."

Qin Yu lowered his hand and slowly opened his eyes.

He then sat up and let out a big yawn.

His eyes were filled with chilliness.

"This Arrogant Dragon."

"Screaming like a ghost early in the morning."

"Really lacks class."

He stretched, his bones making a crisp sound.

"Showing off again!"

"Look at him now."

"He brought a bunch of Old things to back him up, and he thinks he's capable again?"

Qin Yu got off the bed, his bare feet stepping on the soft carpet.

Han Yueli skillfully draped a black-gold robe over him.

"Lin Cangyue."

"Here."

Lin Cangyue stepped forward and knelt down.

Qin Yu walked to the window, looking through the gap at those loaches showing off in the sky, and said:

"Since they are so polite."

"Bringing their whole family here."

"Then we cannot lose our manners."

"Take the whole order!"

"Accept it all!"

After saying this, Qin Yu waved his hand.

Boom!

The palace gate swung open with a roar!

On the other side, outside the Qianyuan Gate, dark clouds pressed down on the city.

The four hundred thousand Primordial Dragon Clan warriors stood with solemn expressions.

Each of them was a zhang tall, their bodies covered in menacing scales.

They rode on one-horned war beasts that possessed the True Dragon Bloodline.

With every step, the imperial capital's ten-thousand-year-old bluestone road would crack into several pieces.

Added to the six hundred thousand Imperial Guards that Lin Jiuxiao had scraped together, it was a full million-strong army!

They converged, like a turbid black mudslide, completely submerging this ten-thousand-year-old ancient capital.

"We've arrived!"

"This is the place!"

Lin Jiuxiao reined in his warhorse, looking at the tightly closed palace gate in front of him.

Yesterday's encounter had made him extremely stifled.

At this moment, his eyes were fierce.

He was like a vicious dog that had been chained for over a decade, finally breaking free from its leash.

He wanted to bite someone!

He wanted to taste blood!